I'll Find You Another Dad
"Have a look,"
Guilliman's gaze returned to Voldus, his tone carrying an almost boastful gentleness:
"What a fine soldier, what a fine child."
"Brave and Dreadnought, possessing powerful Psionic Energy talent, an unbreakable will, and a heart willing to dedicate everything to the Imperium."
He took a half step forward, his blue-gold Armor of Fate gleaming with a metallic sheen under the cold light, but his smile suddenly turned into that of an elder who was plotting something.
"Child, don't you have a father?"
Guilliman's voice suddenly became cheerful, carrying an irresistible warmth:
"How about I find you another father?"
Voldus ' brain buzzed, as if he had been hit head-on by a Psionic Energy bomb.
What he wanted most at that moment was to draw out the "Purification Oath" and shout out that vulgar phrase that would never be recorded in the Grey Knights's Codex at the gentle face before him.
Fuck your mother.
But reason firmly suppressed his instincts.
The man before me is Robert Guilliman, King of Macragge, Lord of the Ultramarines, Imperial Regent, and future leader of humanity.
It is, in fact, the strongest being in the Material Universe today.
If he dared to utter even half a "fuck" from his throat, his head would be chopped to pieces by the hundreds of thousands of Ultramarines lurking outside the door in the next second.
One person, one knife, until his mutilated body was chopped into minced meat that even the Gene-seed could not be recovered.
He was all too aware of the changes these Ultramarines had undergone.
They were no longer the disciplined and rational legion of our memories.
Everything changed after Guilliman returned from the Stasis Vault and spearheaded this "Renaissance".
Those Ultramarines were once known for their calm and self-possessed demeanor as "embodiments of order" have now completely transformed into berserkers.
The key point is that they truly have the right to be arrogant.
The Primarch's new bloodline enhanced their bodies, allowing each of them to tear apart ordinary Astartes with their bare hands.
This is no longer the Ultramarines!
These are clearly a group of Khorne thugs clad in blue armor.
Voldus swallowed hard, his voice hoarse from the dryness in his throat.
"Lord Guilliman... this, this isn't appropriate, is it?"
"Why isn't it appropriate?"
Guilliman raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of feigned incomprehension and mockery, "Don't you not have a father?"
"Do you Grey Knights even have fathers?"
"You have no parents, so it's only right that I find you one."
He patted Voldus ' shoulder armor with a light touch, yet it caused the Terminator Armour's servo systems to emit a strained hum.
"No need to thank me, Uncle. It's all I should do."
Magnus, standing to the side, was completely stunned.
He looked up, his one eye wide open, his gaze filled with disbelief as he stared at Guilliman.
No, brother?
Isn't your change of attitude a bit too fast?
Just a moment ago she was all high and mighty, acting like she held the power of life and death over the universe, but now she's all smiles and acting like a matchmaker?
The culture you represent isn't some kind of Sichuanese culture, is it?!
"OK."
Guilliman's expression suddenly darkened; his previous gentleness and jest vanished instantly, replaced by the cold, chilling authority unique to the Imperial Regent.
"You're not listening to me, are you?"
"Disobeying me is disobeying the Emperor's child! I am the Emperor's only heir!"
"Do you intend to betray the Emperor and the millions of people of the Imperium?!"
First label them, then they choose sides—their tactics are still stuck in the old days!
You're flexible enough to maneuver around, but if I say you're gay, then you're gay!
"No! Sir! Absolutely not!"
Voldus hurriedly waved his hand, his voice carrying a hint of panic he himself didn't realize, "How could I possibly disobey your orders!"
His ears had already caught the panting of the group of Ultramarines outside the door.
The sound was like a roaring engine, a unique characteristic of a body enhanced by Smart Atoms.
A large amount of air was inhaled into the lungs of those guys, and then exhaled violently, the murderous intent in between revealing a desire for his head in every breath!
Damn it!
Do these guys think they've hidden themselves well?
Every breath they took was like a war drum beating in Voldus's ear!
"Fine."
Guilliman suddenly laughed again, as if his earlier stern expression was just a joke. "After all, I'm not some kind of demon."
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly raised his voice, which echoed through the cell, carrying an undeniable resolve:
"Since my words don't work, then let someone more effective take over!"
"I still have people above me, but he really has no one above him!"
Guilliman clapped his hands abruptly.
A terrifying surge of Psionic Energy energy erupted from his body in an instant!
That wasn't ordinary Psionic Energy; it was the Warp Essence of the "Son of War" surging within the Warp!
After being fully enhanced by the two Greater Daemon, this power now truly stands at the pinnacle below the Chaos Gods!
The surging Psionic Energy tore a passage through the Warp, a passage reserved exclusively for the gods!
Far away on the Golden Throne of Terra, the mummified corpse that had been silent for ten thousand years suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light!
A wisp of pure, golden Psionic Energy surged forth, traversing endless time and space, following the passage opened by Guilliman!
The power was so immense that it could make the entire Warp tremble!
Time and space are meaningless to the owner of this wisp of Psionic Energy.
With a single thought, he can reach any corner of the universe.
The cell began to shake violently, and even the most robust anti- Psionic Energy runes on the surrounding walls groaned under the strain!
The Great Dao is trembling, and the laws are twisting!
He arrived from the other side of time and space.
The Great Way resounds because of him, and all things sing praises because of him!
He is the Master of Mankind, the Guardian of Terra, and the King of Armies!
He is the Emperor!
Golden Psionic Energy light gathered around Guilliman, gradually coalescing into a huge and majestic figure.
The figure merely glanced at Guilliman, and Guilliman instantly understood his meaning.
The Primarch took a deep breath.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
A terrifying heartbeat suddenly erupted from his body!
That was the roar of Emperor Engine!
With that roar, the power of the Vitruum Smart Atoms transformed into the power of blood and qi, surging out and enveloping the entire area!
Enveloped by the overwhelming, almost domineering, power of the material world, the entire cell space stabilized.
That power minimized the impact of the Emperor's terrifying Psionic Energy on the material world!
Even the Master of Mankind, even Emperor who has been nurtured for millennia, cannot easily influence the material world where Guilliman resides!